Chapter 32

“I normally put on the chain. I had my shirt to soak and then I s-showered.” He stumbled over the last word, certain Dean suspected the shower had been a cold one, as his next words confirmed.

“Evidently you wanted to get to bed in a hurry, and the shower didn’t do its job.”

The heat in Jay’s face blazed hotter than the coffee in his mug. He refused to meet Dean’s amused gaze, though the regard was a small mercy. Better Dean’s amusement than the dark haunted expression noticeable first thing that morning.

“Well,” Dean pushed his mug aside, having finished his drink. “I should get going. Home for dinner two weeks in a row. I promised Mum I’d show.”